moonlight sinking

A teenager's awakening of love often lies in an inconspicuous and incredible moment.

The blood scraped from the wound rolled on the tip of Yanchun's tongue, as if a mysterious ritual had been completed.

The fishy taste spread wantonly in his mouth, like a general raising a battle flag, his excitement and restlessness echoed everywhere.

The heart seemed to be unable to bear the aggressive blood, and it was about to swell and burst.

He licked the corners of his lips, and looked up at Jing Hanyu with his heart pounding.

Jing Hanyu frowned tightly, probably frightened by his sudden offense, dazed for a few seconds, then quickly withdrew her hand like throwing off a poisonous insect.

Yanchun also regained some sanity, and no longer coveted Jinghanyu's blood.

No one spoke or moved, and the surroundings suddenly became very quiet.

Yanchun could only hear her own breathing and heartbeat.

Many things are pushing each other in his mind, and the one that occupies the largest area is - I should like Jinghanyu.

After being rescued, Yanchun went to elementary school for an extra year, so he was one year older than many classmates in the class.

At this age, there are not a few people who have just started their love affairs, even in the experimental class, there are people who engage in "underground love".

Yanchun knew that Li Hua had a crush on the representative of the English class, and always fantasized about holding her hand, and accidentally saw the sports committee member kissing the girl from the next class.

Holding hands and kissing are both expressive steps of liking.

But his likes are different, irony and violent. Compared with holding hands and kissing Jinghanyu, he wants to bite Jinghanyu's bleeding wound.

They sat and lay in the dim light, their breathing changed from rapid to long, and they waited for a long time until the police and people from the Jing family arrived.

Naturally, Jinghanyu was sent to the VIP ward, and Yanchun also received meticulous care.

The doctor looked at Yanchun with worried and complicated eyes.

He heard others whispering, why is this child so dull, is it because he was overly frightened and has a psychological problem.

Overly frightened?Nothing, he didn't react, just because he still had the bloody taste in his mouth.

It was going away, and he wanted to keep it a little longer.

But it eventually disappeared completely, replaced by the cold aroma of mouthwash.

Jing Hanyu pushed open the door of the ward, and put on a loose hospital gown.

The hospital gown has no aesthetic feeling at all, but the young man's body is still thin, pale and fragile, like a beautiful work of art that needs to be cared for.

Seeing him walking towards her, Yanchun's first thought was to suck the blood from his wound again.

But Yanchun didn't do that.

At that time, he didn't know what a terrifying monster he was, but at least he knew that this was abnormal and would frighten Jinghanyu.

Jing Hanyu stopped in front of his hospital bed, looked at him for a while, "Doctor Zhuang said you are not quite right."

Yanchun shook her head, "It's okay."

"Yan Chun."

"Ok?"

"Feel sorry."

Yanchun opened her mouth, thinking about what the sorry meant.

He was rarely dull, but this time was different, he and Jing Hanyu didn't seem to be on the same channel, it took him a while to understand that Jing Hanyu was apologizing for getting him into trouble.

But as far as he is concerned, this does not require an apology.

Jing Hanyu sat on the edge of the bed, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

Yanchun shook his head again, grinning slightly, "I'll have an exam tomorrow, I'm finished."

Jing Hanyu frowned, "Are you worried about this?"

Yan Chun moved closer, and the tip of his nose almost touched Jing Hanyu's chin, "If I fail the exam, you can make up for me during the winter vacation."

Jing Hanyu dodged back subconsciously, but didn't really dodge.

A few seconds later, Yanchun heard him say, "Yes."

The police quickly caught the cousin who kidnapped the two.

The legal punishment is not serious, but if you dare to touch the heir of the Suoshan Group, this man will come to the end of his career.

Yanchun didn't know how his cousin was dealt with, but Jing Hanyu said lightly that he would not stay in the country anymore.

At that time, the final exam was over, and Yan Chun's ranking dropped, but Jing Hanyu still sat firmly at the top of the grade, as if he was kidnapped ten times again, and he would still be able to stand still.

The Jing family has strengthened the protection of Jing Hanyu, and Jing Zhongyan hopes that Jing Hanyu will go home and live.

But Jing Hanyu did not agree.

Not many people stayed in school during the winter vacation, so Yanchun temporarily moved to Jinghanyu's house, on the one hand to get a place to live, and on the other hand to let the god of learning give him some guidance.

But on New Year's Eve, he still had to go back to Tongti Town for the New Year.

Holidays are a good opportunity to work. Yanchun returned to Jinghanyu's house with a smell of oily smoke all over her body. As soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw a group of people who looked like bodyguards.

Jing Chongyan is here.

That was the first time Yanchun saw Jinghanyu's father, the man's appearance was more ordinary than he imagined.

But this is probably the case with people in power, and they will not reveal their power and wealth anytime and anywhere.

The stalemate between Jing Chongyan and Jing Hanyu came to an abrupt end. The superior turned around and looked at Yanchun, "You are that child."

Yanchun looked at Jinghanyu, Jinghanyu was different from usual, his expression was frighteningly indifferent.

Jing Zhongyan nodded silently, "You are here, and Hanyu can be regarded as taking care of you. If you find anything, just in time..."

Jing Hanyu interrupted, "He is my classmate, not your bodyguard."

Jing Zhongyan sneered, and no longer insisted on letting Jing Hanyu go back. Before leaving, he patted Jing Hanyu on the shoulder, "Don't let me down."

After finishing speaking, Jing Zhongyan looked at Yanchun again, with a formulaic smile in his eyes, "Don't worry, Li Wanbing won't mess with you again."

Li Wanbing was the cousin who caused trouble.

Yanchun obediently sends Jing Chongyan away, and a plan emerges in his heart.

The first half of the winter vacation was really peaceful.

But once a secret love sprouts, many things will change accordingly.

In the past, Yanchun was under the control of Jing Hanyu, and she thought that she was grateful for Jing Hanyu's submission and could not be offended, and Jing Hanyu was right in everything she said.

But now he couldn't help but want to please Jing Hanyu, learned a few home-cooked dishes from the chef of the roast meat shop, bought the ingredients and cooked them for Jing Hanyu at home.

As for the question, in the past only those who really didn't know it would ask, but now even if they know it, they have to pretend they don't know it and let Jing Hanyu explain it a few more times.

Once he finally annoyed Jing Hanyu, Jing Hanyu tapped his ear with a pen, "Are you kidding me?"

Can the conscience of heaven and earth, the petty thinking of secretly falling in love with someone also be called "playing"?

So we stayed until the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, when the roast meat shop was closed, and Yanchun had to go back to Tongti Town.

"Are you going home for the New Year?" Yanchun asked with a sigh of relief on the way to the bus stop together.

Jing Hanyu said, "Go back."

Yanchun thought about his plan, "I'll tell you something when I get back."

Jing Hanyu stopped in her tracks, "What's the matter?"

Yanchun looked like offering a treasure, "Keep it secret!"

When the car came, Yanchun jumped on it easily.

The windows of the car were covered with mist in the cold winter months, which obscured Jing Hanyu's face.

Yanchun waved at him, but he put his hands in his pockets, too lazy to stretch them out, making Yanchun look like a silly hat eager to open his tail.

But Yanchun didn't feel any loss.

Secret love? He should have a thicker skin.

As soon as the car drove away, the scene outside became even more blurred. Yan Chun didn't see Jing Hanyu standing in the station for a while, watching the leaving car until the car turned, and then walked towards the way it came.

At the passenger terminal, Yanchun and Yu Xiaohai met, and they were going back to Tongti Town together.

Yu Xiaohai carried big bags and small bags, changed into new clothes, was full of interest and beaming, and was full of anticipation for going home.

Yanchun was different, he didn't really want to see Qiao Lan, and he only went home because of the Spring Festival.

Everyone is going to celebrate the Spring Festival.

He didn't have any special thoughts about the Spring Festival, so he had to follow the trend.

Things from childhood became more and more blurred in his mind. When he was sold to Feiye Village, he firmly believed that Qiao Lan bought him cotton candy. He didn't follow Qiao Lan closely, so he was abducted by traffickers.

But after coming back for so many years, Qiao Lan has no relationship with him. He thought more than once that Qiao Lan deliberately left him there.

It's just that he couldn't figure out why.

Maybe it’s because the family is poor and can’t afford it. Qiao Xiaoye is a sick child, and Qiao Lan is also cursing and raising him.

The minibus drove up and down for more than three hours, and finally arrived at Tongti Town.

Yu Xiaohai planned to return to the main city after the fifth day of the new year, and Yanchun left on the second day of the new year, so he couldn't be with him.

Yu Xiaohai thought for a while, but didn't say anything.

The dilapidated tube building is also decorated with lights for the annual Spring Festival. Yanchun just walked to the intersection when he saw Qiao Xiaoye looking around.

"Brother!" The thin monkey jumped down from the steps and hurried to him, "You are finally back!"

I haven't seen him for a year, but Qiao Xiaoye seems to be looking better, and he has grown taller.

Yanchun thought with great relief that it was right for him to squeeze time to work.

When he is admitted to a good university in the future, he can earn more money. It is not impossible to take Qiao Xiaoye to a hospital in a big city.

Transferring to No. [-] Middle School is an opportunity for improvement. Although his feet are still in the mud, his eyes have seen the upper class and a bright life.

And he has someone he likes.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

But when he got home, Yanchun keenly noticed something strange.

There is elbow soup stewed on the stove, and a pot of ribs is steaming. In the narrow living room, there are a pile of gift boxes, such as bird’s nest and bacon, and there are a few big bones in the kitchen.

Although there will definitely be something better to eat during the holidays, in Yanchun's impression, Qiao Lan has never been so extravagant.

Yanchun turned around and asked, "Any guests?"

Qiao Xiaoye said, "Here comes an uncle."

Before dark, Qiao Lan came back with an ugly man.

Needless to say, at first glance, it was a good friend who hooked up.

It wasn't the first time Qiao Lan brought a man home for dinner.

Yanchun didn't have much impression of his father. Qiao Lan sometimes said that he went out to work and disappeared, and sometimes said that he had died long ago. He looked like he had enmity for eight lifetimes, but he was more attentive to every man he brought back.

But this time is different, Qiao Lan is not courteous, and the man doesn't talk much.

Qiao Xiaoye was timid, and sat beside Yanchun without saying a word.

The four of them almost finished their dinner in silence, and Qiao Lan left with the man again.

Yanchun noticed that the man looked at him several times, but he couldn't understand that look, so he couldn't help being a little curious.

But that was Qiao Lan's friend, so he wasn't interested in asking about it.

The next day is New Year's Eve.

At noon, the man came again, busy in the kitchen with Qiao Lan, and then the four gathered around a table for a New Year's Eve dinner.

"It's so big."

The man drank a few glasses of wine, and his eyes fell on Yan Chun.

A simple sentence, but not everyone can say it.

Yanchun immediately realized that this person might not just be Qiao Lan's friend.

Qiao Lan's expression changed, and he took away the man's wine.

The man sneered and nodded.

In Yanchun's eyes, they seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.

The TV started to broadcast a program, and there were children setting off firecrackers outside.

Qiao Lan never gave Yanchun the money to buy firecrackers, and later Yanchun saved money from working, and would not spend it on this kind of place.

Although boys like firecrackers, they don't have to buy them themselves. Watching others set them off is also a pleasure.

Yan Chun didn't want to stay at home, and was about to take Qiao Xiaoye to the riverside to watch people set off firecrackers, when the man suddenly called him.

It was called——"A Chun."

Yan Chun was startled suddenly.

Nobody ever called him that.

Qiao Lan ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, raised her hand and thumped the man's shoulder, "What do you want?"

The man ignored it, took out three 100-yuan bills, and handed them to Yanchun, "Let's set off firecrackers with my brother."

Qiao Lan glanced at Yanchun warily.

Yanchun didn't really want to take the money, but he could feel that Qiao Xiaoye was very excited.

He took two steps forward, took the money, said thank you, and stopped there.

Qiao Xiaoye was rarely in good spirits, so on the way to the river, Yanchun asked him a few more questions, all about the man who appeared suddenly.

"Mum doesn't like him, but he brings a lot of stuff."

Qiao Xiaoye kicked the small stone and walked, "He accompanied me to the hospital when I was sick, brother, I'm a little afraid of him, he doesn't talk much..."

According to Qiao Xiaoye, the man came to the house half a month ago, and Qiao Lan seemed to lose his temper all of a sudden, stopped arguing with the neighbors, and was often away from home.

Qiao Xiaoye has also reached a sensible age, and feels that his mother has gone into a room with a man.

The more Yanchun heard it, the more she felt that things were not that simple.

He guessed that the man might be his "dead" father. He left without saying goodbye, and now he came back without saying a word. Although he didn't seem to be short of money and brought back a lot of gifts, Qiao Lan still had resentment and hatred in his heart. .

After buying fireworks and firecrackers, Yanchun analyzed her parents unemotionally like an outsider.

Qiao Xiaoye set off firecrackers carelessly.

There was nothing left of the 300 yuan, and Qiao Lan and the man were not at home when they returned.

Yanchun settles down Qiao Xiaoye, feeling that this year is really boring.

What is Jing Hanyu doing? Does the Jing family also set off firecrackers?

He should set up a heart-shaped firecracker array for Jing Hanyu, just like Li Hua imagined.

The man didn't come again on the first day of junior high school, and Qiao Lan didn't mention it either.

On the second day of junior high school, Yanchun is leaving.

Qiao Lan pulled him aside, and said with mischievous eyes, "If he looks for you, you have to tell me."

Yanchun knowingly asked, "Who?"

Qiao Lan was full of impatience, and there was little fear in his eyes.

Yanchun was quite surprised.

A person like Qiao Lan, who had to hide from neighbors when he scolded the street, was actually afraid.

"He can't be my father?" Yan Chun joked.

Qiao Lan became extremely embarrassed and frightened in an instant, his pupils shrank rapidly, "You..."

Yanchun raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I won't ask."

Qiao Lan's weird expression interpreted disgust, disgust, and avoidance, and he said for a long time: "Don't have anything to do with him, and read your book carefully.

Ono and I will have to count on you in the future! "

This was something that Qiao Lan could say, Yanchun laughed, "Let's go."

Even the students in the experimental class don't read the writing questions very much during the four days from New Year's Eve to the third day of junior high school.

Yanchun felt that Jing Hanyu should go home for the New Year, so he went straight back to the dormitory.

When he left, he carried a shriveled schoolbag on his back, and it was the same schoolbag when he came back, and he didn't take any New Year's goods from home.

I thought there must be no one in the school, but when I passed the basketball court, I heard the sound of a basketball hitting the backboard.

Turning his head to look, who is it if it's not Jing Hanyu?

The corners of Yanchun's lips were raised immediately, and her voice became louder and louder in the empty campus: "Brother Jing——"

Jing Hanyu stopped shooting and cast his gaze quietly.

If he got closer, Yanchun could clearly see the flash of surprise in his eyes.

Jinghanyu stood still, Yanchun rushed over anxiously, and the two spoke almost at the same time.

"Why did you come back today?"

"Why don't you spend the New Year at home?"

After a brief silence, Jing Hanyu laughed softly, "Your dormitory is not open."

Yanchun thought, but I have the door key.

Not just anyone can borrow the door key from the dormitory manager, even Yanchun, who is sweet-mouthed, is a good boy, and she is in the experimental class, so she got the key before the holiday.

But now he doesn't want to use it.

"Ah..." He pretended to be distressed, "Then I'll still live with you?"

Jing Hanyu seemed to have been playing basketball for quite a while, with sweat hanging on his neck, and his breath was a little heavy, which made it sound lower than usual.

"I won't let you live."

Terrible.

Yanchun thought, he is clearly mad at me, why am I still so excited?

"If you don't take me in, I can only sleep on the street."

Yanchun showed weakness very politely.

Jing Hanyu dribbled the ball lazily, "It depends on your performance."

Yanchun put down her schoolbag and became a training partner attentively.

Jing Hanyu is a little gentleman and also a little princess, he has to get used to it.

After the game, no one mentioned where to live, so Yanchun naturally followed Jinghanyu home.

Before the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the urban management staff did not work, and hawkers flocked to set up pot stalls on the side of the road.

Yanchun was already hungry and wanted to eat Malatang.

Jing Hanyu sat down with him.

While waiting for Chuaner, Jing Hanyu asked, "What did you talk about last time?"

Yanchun didn't remember it for a while.

Jing Hanyu said again: "The day you go home."

"Ah——" Yanchun actually didn't plan to say it now, because the plan hadn't been perfected yet, but judging by Jinghanyu's appearance, he had to let him say it today.

"Your cousin Li Wanbing, hasn't left the country yet?"

Jing Hanyu pursed her lips, as if a little disappointed, "It has something to do with him?"

Yan Chun didn't know where this disappointment came from, but she was quite confident in what she was about to say - confidence could make Jing Hanyu happy.

"This grandson is punishing you, and I want to come back."

"you?"

When the spicy hot pot was served, white air swayed between the two of them, Yanchun lowered his voice, "The nightclub where I used to work, there was an unattended street next to it, someone was beaten to death there, and I didn't find out who did it in the end .

As long as we can lure Li Wanbing over..."

Yan Chun was very excited when he spoke, but Jing Hanyu's eyes became colder and colder.

He couldn't help but stop, like a fool who devoted himself to offering treasures but was thrown cold water.

Jing Hanyu said, "You want to kill him?"

Yanchun really thought about it, Li Wanbing was the first to attack, so what's wrong with him taking revenge?

But Jing Hanyu's gaze made him shake.

He seems to have made Jing Hanyu unhappy.

"It's not about killing."

Yan Chun had no choice but to change her words, "It's almost like beating me to death."

The white air dissipated, and Jing Hanyu's gaze was too serious and sharp, "Yan Chun."

"what?"

"Don't think about it."

"……Oh."

Pausing for a while, Jing Hanyu seemed worried, "He has already been punished, and this matter is over.

Remember? "

What is the punishment for going abroad?Yan Chun didn't agree in his heart, but at this moment he understood the differences between Jing Hanyu and himself, and nodded with a smile: "I know, I won't take revenge on him.

Come, eat hairy belly. "

Someone called the police, and the group fight among the teenagers in the alley ended with the arrival of the police.

The siren of the police car brought Yanchun back from more than ten years ago.

Standing across the street, he watched the teenagers being pushed into the police car with pride or like defeated roosters, and took a long breath of the night wind mixed with Qilixiang.

At that time, he only knew that he had a disagreement with Jing Hanyu, and he gave up on being a cousin because Jing Hanyu didn't want him to do that, and he was conscious of having a crush on one side.

He didn't feel like he was thinking differently then.

Later, when many things happened, he realized that he was a monster.

He wanted to torture and kill his cousin, and then erase all traces.

Like those brutal murderers, he was planning a perfect murder.

No. [-] Middle School is more strictly controlled than it was ten years ago, and Yanchun couldn't get in.

The mobile phone sent a message that the flight departure time was confirmed, so he had to take another taxi and go back to the airport.

After all this tossing, it was already 4 o'clock in the morning when I got home.

Yanchun thought he could fall back to sleep, but the muscles he overworked were more painful than the day before, followed by hyperactivity and sobriety.

He used to have no doubt that Jing Hanyu was an upright and pure person.

Because of this, he couldn't let Bai Yueguang be stained with his own sludge.

But the memory threw a fact in front of him—he licked the blood from Jinghanyu's wound ten years ago, and Jinghanyu did the same thing ten years later.

Did Jing Hanyu think the same thing as him when he tasted his blood that day?

After dawn, Yanchun made a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and went to the Municipal Bureau as if nothing had happened.

He wanted to hide for a few days, but Ye Xiu had a case in his hands that needed his help, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Jinghanyu is also there, but fortunately, there is no need for much private communication during working hours.

After six o'clock in the afternoon, Yanchun packed the table and went downstairs. His muscle pain affected his work, so he made an appointment with a masseuse.

But just after he came out of the building, he happened to meet Jing Hanyu again.

He thought maybe this wasn't "encounter", Jing Hanyu was waiting for him here on purpose.

Today's work efficiency is not high, perhaps not just the sequelae of sports.

Meeting Xu Qingcheng in Huancheng and learning that Jinghanyu might be because he didn't take the college entrance examination made him involuntarily distracted.

If he hadn't been accustomed to restraint in the past ten years, he might have asked Jing Hanyu about the college entrance examination.

Jing Hanyu blocked his only way to get off work, and his presence was too strong to pretend he didn't see it.

Yanchun nodded politely, "Boss Jing, are you off work too?"

Bullshit nonsense in the workplace, it burns your tongue when you say it.

Jing Hanyu glanced at him, "Get in the car."

Yanchun kept smiling, but didn't move.

He didn't remember that he had an appointment with Jinghanyu today.

He didn't move, and neither did Jing Hanyu.

This big crowd is really not suitable for playing the game of one, two, three wooden figures, so Yanchun could only say: "Boss Jing, if I have nothing to do, I'll go first."

Jing Hanyu: "I have something to do."

Yanchun: "..."

He really wanted to say "what's the matter with you".

"Are you still in pain?" Jing Hanyu asked.

Yanchun said, "I'm going to have a massage."

Jing Hanyu's eyes darkened slightly, and he opened the car door, "We'll talk in the car."

Seeing a group of people from the criminal investigation detachment approaching, Yanchun didn't want to explain to them what he and Jinghanyu were arguing about here, so he got into the car, but heard a click, and Jinghanyu locked the door.

"Boss Jing?"

"Did I tell you not to let anyone touch you?"

Jing Hanyu's tone was very flat, neither angry nor emotional.

But the back of Yanchun's neck suddenly went numb, and subconsciously said, "I'm just going for a massage."

You can't be so unreasonable.

You come to ask me again, why ask me?

"I told you, you can find me."

Jing Hanyu slid the car out and stepped on the accelerator, "I said it more than once."

Yan Chun's back was tightly attached to the back of the chair under inertia, but her neck could not help but turn to Jinghanyu.

Jing Hanyu told him to "find" twice, one for massage and one for relaxation.

Both times it was difficult for him to deal with, and he even felt that it was simply vexatious.

Now that the matter has developed, his calmness only stays on the surface, and he really wants to lose his temper at Jinghanyu——

Are you enough?Do you know what kind of person I am?

Can you stop messing with me?

Jing Hanyu's peripheral vision streamed from the end of his eyes, and he made a casual exchange of glances, "I didn't emphasize it again, but I wanted to give you time to think about it.

Have you considered it? "

Yanchun: "..."

He kept himself busy all the time, just didn't want to think about these things too much.

Jing Hanyu scoffed lightly, "It seems not."

Yanchun subconsciously said: "No."

"Then what do you think?"

Jing Hanyu's easy pressing made Yanchun even more embarrassed. He curled up his fingers slightly, rubbing his knuckles lightly on the trousers, "We are not children anymore."

After saying this, Yanchun felt a little regretful, the sense of preaching was too strong, and when did he discipline Jing Hanyu?

It was always Jing Hanyu who took care of him.

"So?" Jing Hanyu raised his voice, "What do you want to say?"

Yanchun had no choice but to continue, "You can't force me to do what I don't want to do."

The car continued on, but Jing Hanyu didn't answer immediately.

But Yanchun saw that the line of his jaw stiffened slightly.

The red light stopped the traffic, and the crowd passed quickly in darkness.

Jing Hanyu asked: "It's all massages, you are willing to let strangers massage, but if it were me, wouldn't you?"

Yanchun's scalp tingled for a while.

That's not the case at all. Why does this person have to understand it this way?

"no……"

"That is, if you are me, you are willing."

Yan Chun pursed her lips.

He can't say enough, is it okay to admit defeat?

The car in front moved again, and their car also slowly slid across the zebra crossing.

Jing Hanyu said: "I can't make you think about it forever, who knows if you are planning to escape again."

Yanchun couldn't explain why she left without saying goodbye in her third year of high school.

For the current plan, he will listen to what Jing Hanyu says.

After driving another section of the road, Yanchun saw that they were going in the direction of Jinghanyu's house—he drove this way when he sent Jinghanyu back last time.

"Where do you want to take me?"

"my home."

Yan Chun straightened her back vigilantly, and saw a smile on Jing Hanyu's lips.

The smile was very shallow, with a hint of sarcasm.

I don't know if he is laughing at his anxiety.

He immediately took a deep breath and suggested to himself——what am I afraid of?What can he do with me?

At this point, the massage parlor called to confirm the appointment.

Before Yan Chun could speak, Jing Hanyu said, "Tell her we're not going."

Yanchun is now stuck in the car in Jinghanyu and has to cancel the appointment.

A very sweet female voice came from over there: "Okay, this will be canceled for you, have a good time, Mr. Yan."

Yanchun: "..."

What to play or not to play.

On the contrary, Jing Hanyu smiled coldly, and repeated: "Have a good time, Mr. Yan."

Yanchun turned to look out the window, pretending not to hear.

The car stopped at the place where Yanchun had parked last time, and the door was unlocked.

Yanchun subconsciously went to pull the doorknob, but Jing Hanyu's voice came from behind: "Are you going to run away?"

Yan Chun paused.

He knew that Jing Hanyu was provoking him, but he still fell for it, turned around and said, "What can I run away from?"

Jing Hanyu unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward, "That's the best."

The breath is warm, but the momentum is cold, just like the very light cold fragrance on Jing Hanyu's body.

When Yanchun's shoulders were held down, his heart lifted violently.

He didn't expect that Jing Hanyu would suppress him here.

"Mr. Jing..." The beating of the heart was conveyed to the voice, and the ending was not as steady as usual.

Jinghanyu clasped Yanchun's chin with [-]% force.

The breathing of the two is close at hand, and the closer the line of sight becomes, the less clear it becomes.

Yanchun grabbed the leather chair and rubbed his fingertips against the chair surface, making a small sound.

Jing Hanyu's lips finally touched his, and the cold breath was like an electric current, quickly splashing sparks in his body.

It was the same last time, they were kissing in the car.

But this time was different from that time, Jing Hanyu no longer stayed on his lips, but broke into his lips and teeth.

Jing Hanyu's arms and the back of the chair were like a narrow cage, and Yan Chun was trapped inside, unable to move.

Jinghanyu invaded his breath and plundered everything in his mouth, he couldn't breathe air, struggling in vain, he could only passively accept the breath from Jinghanyu.

Those breaths made him numb and weak, like pure poison.

His pretended calmness was bitten to pieces by Jing Hanyu, and the hands that were originally on both sides of his body had climbed onto Jing Hanyu's arm at some point, and his wet palm was rubbing against the arm that restrained him, as if he was asking for more .

The high-speed running brain stopped, he obeyed instinct, took the initiative to cater, his hands climbed higher and higher, the sound of palms clinging to the fabric was thin and dense, and finally reached Jinghanyu's neck.

He held down the back of Jing Hanyu's neck.

When they parted, Yanchun heard a deep laugh, like a dose of freshener.

He suddenly came back to his senses, only to see Jing Hanyu looking at him.

The hot cheek made him understand that he must have lost his composure just now.

An unknown fire rose, and he looked at Jing Hanyu with a sharper gaze.

Jing Hanyu stretched out his hand again, but was swung away when he almost touched Yanchun's earlobe.

But this kiss put Jing Hanyu in a good mood, and he didn't care about his falling out at this time.

The two were deadlocked in the car for a while, and Jing Hanyu finally let go of the grip, "Get out of the car."

Yanchun looked at his current appearance in the rearview mirror.

Fortunately, not embarrassing.

The left and right car doors closed one after another, after the kiss just now, Yanchun suddenly calmed down.

When Jing Hanyu just locked the car door before, he didn't have the urge to jump out of the car, but now that he was standing downstairs at Jing Hanyu's house, he already felt that it would be okay to go up and sit for a while.

Soldiers come to block water and earth, there is nothing he can't handle now.

Jing Hanyu turned sideways, "Should I tie up your hands and feet and carry you up?"

Yanchun said calmly, "No need.

I'm not that cowardly. "

Jing Hanyu laughed, "That's the best."

The occupancy rate of this community is not high, and the building is very quiet.

Jing Hanyu opened the door and took Yanchun's shoes.

Yan Chun walked in pretending to be at ease, and took a rough look at the living room and the open kitchen. The gray and white tones and right-angled lines don't seem like guests come here often.

Are you a rare guest?

Thinking of this, Yanchun forced himself to stop.

He shouldn't be counted as a guest, how can there be a guest who hugs and kisses the owner before coming to the door?

The question then arises, if not a guest, then what role is he?

He is used to a rational and restrained life. Colleagues, suspects, any role has a clear positioning.

But once he was alone with Jing Hanyu, all the character rules would be invalidated.

Jinghanyu poured two glasses of water and told Yanchun to wash his hands.

Yanchun's mouth was really dry, and he drank it from the cup after washing his hands.

Jing Hanyu looked at him, "Where do you want to press today?"

Yanchun placed the cup with a little more strength, and the bottom of the cup hit the clean desk with a crisp sound.

Jing Hanyu lifted his chin towards the sofa, "Go there."

Yanchun didn't move.

Jing Hanyu approached: "You can stay here if you want."

This is the countertop of the open kitchen, which is large enough to lie on and lie on.

But that's just too weird.

Yanchun laughed dryly, "Isn't that bad?"

Jing Hanyu nodded, "Then go to the sofa."

Between the desk and the sofa, Yanchun chose the latter.

But as an expert in criminal psychology, he knew very well that he was being pushed astray by a force majeure.

When Yan Chun sat down, Jing Hanyu had already walked over, and said condescendingly, "You just sit like this?"

Yanchun blurted out: "Then should I lie on my stomach?"

Jing Hanyu half-closed her eyes, "It's not impossible, isn't it the same for massages? It's okay if you want to lie on your back."

If he lay on his back, would Jing Hanyu straddle him?

When Yanchun thought of that scene, it was like a boiler was burning in his mind, and he got down decisively.

There were some noises behind him, Jing Hanyu was walking back and forth, not knowing what he was doing.

Yanchun took a pillow and hugged her, and buried her face in it.

Suddenly, the sofa sank, and before Yanchun could move, he felt Jing Hanyu's legs sticking to his legs and waist.

Yanchun didn't know whether to scold her Bai Yueguang, or to be thankful for choosing to lie down.

For massage, there is indeed a straddling posture, but he is not so naive as to think that Jing Hanyu is just giving him a massage.

His muscles tense, and every touch on his back becomes clear.

A pair of hands landed on his shoulders near the back of the neck, separated the thumb from the other four fingers, and began to massage.

With every pinch, his muscles tightened tighter, like stones.

This is completely an instinctive reaction, not subject to will.

Jing Hanyu said, "Is it the same when you go to a massage parlor?"

Yan Chun thought, of course not.

Jing Hanyu patted his shoulder blades, "Relax.

If you do this, I have to work harder. "

Feeling fingers running on the sunken ridge, Yanchun couldn't relax any more.

Jing Hanyu laughed again, "If you don't cooperate, you will have to pay another price."

Yanchun couldn't bear it anymore, and propped up her upper body, "I didn't force you to press me."

As soon as the words fell, he froze.

When he lay down just now, he didn't notice that the sofa was facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the shadows of him and Jing Hanyu appeared on it—he was lying on his stomach, and Jing Hanyu was straddling him, with his hands on his waist.

Jing Hanyu calmed down, "Well, you want someone to press it for you."

Yanchun didn't listen to this sentence at all.

Knowing the posture of myself and Jing Hanyu, and seeing the posture with my own eyes, the shock is completely different.

He wanted to get up and escape from the sofa, but it was too late.

As long as Jing Hanyu held down his shoulders, it was impossible for him to struggle out.

"But I don't want to."

Jing Hanyu said calmly, "Yanchun, only I can touch you."

Yanchun stared at himself in the floor-to-ceiling window, as if a scorching and rough air flow rose from his chest, it washed repeatedly in his throat.

The cheeks that were no longer showing color were also red at this time.

Jing Hanyu didn't say much anymore, as if he had turned into a skilled masseur, pressing on the sore and swollen muscles on his back.

Even through the shirt, Yanchun still felt that she was scalded by the temperature of Jing Hanyu's fingers and palms.

When Jing Hanyu's hands were retreating to hold the narrow waist, Yan Chun shook violently.

Jing Hanyu paused for a moment, "What?"

Yanchun said, "I don't need it next time."

He also explained: "I haven't trained my waist, so it doesn't hurt."

Jing Hanyu is obviously not an obedient masseuse, Yanchun's blocking has no effect on him, his hand rests on the waist, and he has not moved away for a long time.

Yanchun couldn't bear it anymore, and moved forward with all her strength.

Jing Hanyu suddenly lay prone on him, with his right hand reaching down, wrapping his arms around his waist.

In the floor-to-ceiling windows, this is no longer a massage position.

Yanchun choked for breath, turned her head to argue with Jing Hanyu, but her warm breath passed by her ears.

Jing Hanyu whispered in his ear